Three days soon passed after Vicky left.

In the evening, Frank, Helen, and everyone else were eating together at the dining table when the front door was kicked open.

"Where are you, Helen Lane?!" Fleur Lang stormed inside menacingly, with two noticeably burly bodyguards flanking her.

They were both over two meters tall and their faces showed some resemblance, while their muscles appeared rigid and chiseled.

They looked like two mountains just standing there, inspiring fear from their appearance alone. "Get over here, Helen!" Fleur shouted again since no one responded.

"Madam Lang?" Helen appeared puzzled as she saw Fleurs fierce look and put down her fork and knife.

Carol Zims stepped out just then and was startled by the intimidating scene.

"Where's Frank Lawrence?! Bring him here!" Fleur shouted again, turning her sights on Frank, who had remained at the table.

arrival over a hundred meters

heading to the drawing

"Frank Lawrence, you bastard!"

snapping at Frank immediately—and

wrist and pulling her behind herself, she pointed at Frank and snapped, "You've really done it now, you jinx! Did you kill Hubert Sorano and

the capital to our doorstep!” Fleur snapped furiously too.

Mom—there must be a misunderstanding. Frank isn't a murderer.” Helen

stubborn, Gina could choke, and she gritted her teeth as her face contorted in

been feeding you?! He killed two men!

had suddenly come under pressure, and blame was certainly a disaster none of them expected. The problems Frank brought on their heads would never stop, and someday, it would end with their collective

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